Tycoons Substitute Beauty 1

"Sir, your food is here."

Sheila Newell was a slim and beautiful woman. Wearing a sexy low-cut dress, she knocked furtively on the door of a hotel room. Her voice trembled as she spoke.

She was the adopted daughter of the Newell family. It just so happened that she looked a lot like the Newell family's cherished biological daughter, Winnie Newell. Knowing that Sheila was badly in need of money to cover the medical bills, Winnie had proposed that Sheila sleep with a man in exchange for a large sum of money.

The person inside the room was an ugly, fat director who had strange sexual proclivities. It was rumored that over a dozen young models had slept with him to further their careers, only to end up dead in bed.

At this moment, Sheila wanted more than anything to turn around and bolt as fast as she could. However, thinking about Ivan York's critical condition in the hospital, she knew she couldn't give up.

Sheila took a deep breath and finally plucked up the courage to open the door.

"Hello, is somebody— Ah!" Before she could finish her sentence, a hand suddenly reached out from behind the door and yanked her in.

Almost instantly, the strong scent of alcohol hit Sheila. She looked up nervously and found a tall figure standing in front of her in the darkness. Scared out of her wits, she momentarily forgot how to breathe.

Under the dim light, Sheila could only vaguely make out the man's cold eyes. However, she could clearly hear his heavy breathing.

Swallowing anxiously, she desperately tried to calm herself down.

Thinking of what was about to happen, Sheila said feebly, "Sir, this is my first time. Please... please be gentle."

The man tilted his head slightly to the side as though he found what she said interesting. Chuckling, his cold gaze softened a bit.

He raised his hand and rubbed the tip of Sheila's ear teasingly. His voice was low and hoarse. "Then why don't you do it by yourself?"

"Sir..." Sheila blushed, feeling both fearful and embarrassed.

The man who stared at Sheila stopped talking. Instead, he picked her up and threw her on the bed.

Then he climbed on top of her and started to kiss her collarbone and neck passionately.

Finally, he made his way up to her red lips and murmured, "This might hurt a little bit."

The stiff Sheila came to her senses and she started to struggle. "No, please..."

"Don't be afraid. I will take care of you."

The man could barely control his lust for Sheila. His voice was thick with desire, and before Sheila knew it, she felt something huge thrusting inside her body.

Silent tears rolled down Sheila's cheeks.

Thinking of Winnie's promise, she finally closed her eyes, bit her lip, and put up with it without protest.